Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Unbefuckinglievable

The day after she and Misha had their little experiment was difficult; Samantha couldn't and didn't want to deny that.

Like almost every morning, the crew members and Sam met for breakfast in the set before everyone went their way.

"Mish," Gabriel dismissively greeted as he sat at the table.

"Gabe," the dark-haired man replied just as dismissively and gave him a short nod.

Frowning, Samantha eyed the two men, exchanging a glance.

It was clear that the three had to talk about it. But how exactly? Gabriel sighed.

Hey Mish, did my wife decently fuck you yesterday? Tell me, if you need her again ... I like to share ...?!

"Be nice to each other; we're all grown up. Do your work, and we sit down afterward," Sam said, sighing and sitting on the soft couch with a cup of coffee.

Gradually, the others came, and this tense mood steadily relaxed.

"And be nice to the others!"

Samantha kissed her husband goodbye with a smile before disappearing toward the kitchen.

What was the best way to handle such a situation? Sam had liked that evening, Misha didn't even need to be asked, and Gabriel had agreed. And then why did she feel so weird? Why did she think she'd done something wrong?

The day was shitty. And nobody indeed knew why. Misha felt guilty, though he didn't have to. Gabriel was pissed off, though he had no reason to. Each of the three only wanted the day to be over and the clarifying conversation to occur. Because before, nothing would be the way it was.

And then it all turned out quite differently ...

After work, the young woman headed for the lounge, where Jared, Misha, and Gabe sat at the table with their backs to her. She'd intended to go inside, but Jared had gotten up and said goodbye.

You don't do that ... to be a fly on the wall, but ...

Samantha positioned herself so no one could see her and just wanted to wait and see what would happen.

...

"Alone," Gabe said, and an endlessly long minute followed in which no one said a word.

While Misha nervously played with his fingers, Gabriel sat silently, unable to look into his friend's eyes. The mood was depressing, and they wanted Sam to come as soon as possible.

"Thanks," Misha started and cleared his throat.

"What for?"

"You know what for. For last night."

"Did you enjoy it, bro?"

Gabriel escaped a small smile, and Misha sighed with relief.

"I won't go into detail, but it was a sublime experience."

At least they talk to each other

Great relief spread in the young woman, and after another minute of silence, she almost wanted to go to the two ...

Misha was the one who broke the silence again.

"Gabe?"

"Hm?"

"How long have we known each other? Ten years?"

"..."

"Hm ... we could talk about such things openly and relaxed, right?"

"What's on your mind, kiddo?" Gabriel asked, and Sam had to smile slightly.

Misha took a deep breath, looked him in the eye, and hesitantly started to talk because that question was burning on his lips.